DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Chapter 41

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Her Rowdy  and His Little Pitta.🐦

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Two days Later;

Two days had passed, and Mythili still wasn't speaking to him. He was literally going out of his mind.

After their dinner, he had rushed home to his mother, who was panicking over his father's post-fracture pain. Thankfully, the doctor confirmed it was normal recovery pain and nothing to worry about.

But while his home life settled, his heart was a mess because of the silence from mythu.

He sat in his office, his mind split between love and war. Tomorrow was the final hearing for the Janardhan case, and the stress was reaching a breaking point.

On one hand, he was dealing with her cold shoulder. He had called her countless times, but she refused to answer, and he hadn't had a spare second to see her in person. 

On the other hand, the professional pressure was exploding—he was juggling aggressive media, violent protests from Janardhan's party, and a massive security detail.

To make matters worse, Janardhan's son, Ajay, was still missing. He had a gut feeling that Ajay was hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike—either to spring his father from custody or to take revenge if the verdict went south. Every possible scenario played on a loop in his head, driving him crazy.

He had reached his limit. The only thing that could calm the storm in his head was Mythili. 

Deciding he couldn't wait another minute, he resolved to catch her at her college the second her classes were over.

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Mythili and her friends walked down the corridor after their last class. The two days of silence had taken a toll on her; she looked exhausted and clearly missed Ram.

"Mythu, stop doing this." Sandhya said, tired of the cold war and wanting them to make up.

"Doing what, Sandy?" She asked softly.

While Sandhya was worried, Sowmya was secretly enjoying the drama. She knew exactly how much the DCP adored her and realized that as much as she was hurting, Ram was likely suffering even more without her.

Sowmya had a feeling that today, Ram would show up no matter what.

"Talk to him, Mythu," Sandhya pleaded. "Put an end to this. He's clearly guilty—he's been calling you non-stop asking for forgiveness, and you're miserable without him. Just let it go."

Sowmya shrugged, playing devil's advocate. "Why should she? He hasn't even come to see her in two days. 

If he really felt that bad about shouting at her, he would've shown up in person instead of just calling. Why should Mythili be the one to break the silence?"

Sandhya smacked Sowmya on the head. "Ouch! What was that for?" Sowmya whined, rubbing her scalp.

"You buffalo! Stop instigating her against him." Sandhya snapped. 

"As her friends, we should be helping her see reason. It was our fault for showing up at his office unannounced, and he's clearly swamped with work."

"So what?" Sowmya countered. "Being busy doesn't give him a free pass to take his anger out on Mythu. He does this way too often."

"He's been saying sorry, though," Sandhya pointed out.

"So what? If he says sorry, we just melt? That's it?" Sowmya countered.